The Collective Allies approached the borders fairly quickly and rapidly. Head of Collective Allied Forces, Marius would have the honor of being the first of the soldiers to cross over the borders... In the early days of the conflict there were three main armies: The Royal Staadtpltazian Army, the Feloslavkian Armed Forces, and the Dust Bunny Legion (headed by Miss Ocha). Following behind these main forces were several anti-Vadoosian militas.
The land in Western Vadoosia is full of woods and high hills, making it a difficult for infantry to conquer by itself....
The Global Hawk infiltrated the airspace easily enough and began it's mission of intelligence gathering, snapping photographs of strategic sites, bridge heads, and anything else the Black Jets would be targeting on their passes.
The data received would further be used to accurately deliver artillery where needed.
The ground trembles and the air is filled with the sound of armored jackboots slapping the ground.
From the Horizon to the Border, Tanks of all sizes from light Infantry support tanks to City Destroying Superheavies, of all sorts, from artillery and AA to Transport tanks rumble forwards beside columns of Infantry, Skeletons clad in kevlar and steel, UD-1790 Bolt Action or UD-1895 Semi Automatic .408 rifles and specialists carryingf a variety of other special weapons.
At the head of the formation, a thousand abrest and twenty ranks deep strode the Necroguard, Armed with their .85 explosive shell firing Bolt Rifles, Powered armored suits and Liber Mortis Necromancy lore books, the vast host of the Death Spire force moved onwards, intent on stopping the war with extreme violence.
from the command bunker, a fleshless figure pressed the talk button on his command radio set, and across all Death Spire and even International channels his voice was heard
JUST ABOVE THE VANDOOSAN BORDER 'THE PRECIPICE' AIRSHIP
"Baron, we're coming into sight of the Vandoosan border as we speak--" "Excellent!" bellowed Grumpy, standing at the Bridge of the ship with an officer's hat upon his head and a cigar in his mouth, "Prepare to deliver taunts and snide insults to the glowing menace, and then prepare payload for delivery!" "At once Baron. Though, if I may ask, Sir..." "Go ahead my man!" "...Why are you naked?"
The Baron looked down, then back up again at the pilot. "Honestly, I don't really remember. I'm sure it was a good idea at the time, however! Someone fetch me more rum, I shall now taunt the Vandoosans!" "...Right away, Baron."
Grumpy downed the glass handed to him and hurled it across the Bridge, where it shattered on the controls of an interpreter. Standing before the window that looked down upon the country of Vandoosa, Grumpy raised a microphone to his mouth. "People of Vandoosa! This is the Baron Grumpy Von Resurrected! Please stand-by and prepare for imminent destruction! Resistance is futile, and will only serve to make this all the more fun for us, so the smartest thing you all can do to annoy us is to lie down and surrender. Whereafter you will be killed. Horribly. Have a lovely day, now!"
A massive humanoid warmachine flew over the area, checking for irregularities. It was a single unit, but it was loaded to the brim with crazy technologies in order to fulfill it's creator's insane perfectionism and goals, further augmented by a thorough abuse of magic for truly insane amounts of firepower. At the moment, she was also the pilot, and picked up some interesting radio transmissions.
"Deathspire, right? Hope you don't mind if I help you out a bit. Archy over here, and I'll be doing what I can to, well, wreck any offensives. This country has cute girls, and I just gotta defend them, you know?"
The Great Immortal (?!@?) Emperor Fel of Feloslovakia lays in his bedchamber, raging to himself about that goddamn glowing Isabella and his Vandoosians. "What shall we do about this?" he ponders aloud to nobody. Groaning under the weight of desire leadership, he stands, nude but for a ceremonial mask, and walks out to the balcony directly left of his bed.
"MY PEOPLE, GO FORTH AND DIE FOR YOUR COUNTRY OR DIE IN THE CELLARS OF THE VANDOOSIAN SCUM WHEN THEY TAKE OVER YOUR HOMES AND RAPE YOU." Ah, good, the flame of fear shining in their eyes. They didn't want to be raped -- except by the Immortal Felzilla, perhaps -- and certainly not by something that GLOWS "TAKE YOUR VARIOUS ZILLA FORMS AND GO!!! DESTROY THE ISABELLAS AND THEIR SHRUBBERIES. DO NOT FORGET THE HERRING."
The glut of death lies about him. He laughs. Then, for good measure, he farts to laugh again. The Berserkerzilla can tally forty three slits on the ceremonial spots of his body.
Kaiser Kaiser Claus von Staadtplatz sits in his most glorious throne over looking the capital city of Fridericusrexburg.
He grinned as he heard that his most trusted military leader, Marius, had successfully invaded the pagan nation of Vandoosa. For much too long weird albino beings that glowed in the dark had been shuffling around the borders. This was not acceptable by any stretch of the imagination because it meant that they were most likely trying to steal beer and replace it with cheaply imported vodka.
Remember, wars were started for lesser reasons than this.
"Today marks a very important day in the history of the Most Glorious Nation of Staadtplatz and since I am the state after all, I shall make it so." He spoke to the commander of the air force, Herman Dopelkuff, on the phone.
"Make sure, the troops capture the uniform of the most evil Anti-God Xentra. I vant that douche captured and skinned alive, so that I can have the most vonderful curry."
"'Enemies of peace?' Hollow words coming from the likes of the Death Spire." Carl mused at the declaration. It was then that a giant mecha arrived in the airspace. "Oh you have got to be shittin' me..."
"Again Ah ask, why don' we jest nuke 'is place?" Ryker asked yet again. Carl rubbed his chin for a minute.
"Nope, I got nothin'..." the tanker finally said.
"Seems like a real conundrum, don't it." Sam/Arsenal added.
"Yep, serious conundrum." There was another minute of silence. "Alright, what in the hell..."
"Loophole in the space-time continuum." the demi-god replied. "Now you guys leave the catboy to me. That should be more than enough to draw the attention of the Death Spire."